Reflection

She stares at me, Her eyes seem to search mine. Her hands stretch towards the division, Towards that finely marked glass line. She seems to whisper something, Sayings too faint to hear. Yet her lips move with such passion, As though her utterances are very dear. I take a step back & stare, At the being before my eyes. Torn robes & mangled hair, And scarred hands to my surprise. I try to draw close, Yet I cannot seem to reach. It's as though a barrier lies between us, One that I cannot breach. I looked with more intent, But the less I saw instead. Yet in her eyes I could discern, Something that filled me with dread. Then suddenly it hit me From out of nowhere And like an unraveled mystery All became clear. For in my curiosity And my desire for close inspection I had failed to see I was staring at my own reflection #BlueRain (c)